Say what you want about GAME OF THRONES, but as my wife pointed out, it shows that we as a people still want and need good storytelling (and shared cultural experiences). For my part, I thought it started literature-sized and ended up kind of television-sized, for what that's worth.
But the best thing that happened is that in between Sundays I watched Season Three of TRUE DETECTIVE. Sometimes I binge on a day of SyFy movies or some guilty pleasures from my Netflix queue and wonder where all that screenwriting money is that got thrown on the ground. But when I watched this past season of TRUE DETECTIVE I felt unworthy. From the opening shots--which, to me at least, were a riff on Chester B. Himes' novel BLIND MAN WITH A PISTOL--to the very last shot, where our tarnished hero goes off into the jungle, and the jungle of his mind, I thought it was great writing and storytelling. So if you haven't shut off HBO yet--we haven't, because we are waiting for the DEADWOOD movie--then there you go.
I guess there is a lot going on with the WGA and I am trying to follow it all on Twitter, but it's sort of like following a far-off war in a country I'm never going to visit. In the meantime I am sitting at a little handmade desk that a large animal vet used to work at, early in the morning, listening to a spring thunderstorm growling through my five acres and petting a scared dog, rattling around in my skull what I might do next.
Thanks for hanging around until then.
This blog post first appeared in my e-newsletter I WAS BIGFOOT'S SHEMP.